| Got more jucie than you get in your container
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| But to say fresh, as we are fresh
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| And leave everyone with a smile
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| I though the proper thing for me to do is to come back doin' the beat box
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| Harmonica Style… Bust it… Bust it…
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| Now the proper thing for me to do is to use my style
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| Come out a little different and plus worthwhile
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| Leave the girlies with a smile
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| Couples down the aisle
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| Hip Hop troopers in single file
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| And you could hear the invitation
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| On our radio station
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| Before we go, we need some motorization
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| So ladies, you wanna rock with me?
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| «Yes we do!»
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| Chill Will, just hit me
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| Fellows, are you with me?
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| «It's only right!»
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| Barry Beee, get busy, come on
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| (Go Go Go Go Go Go Go Go Go)
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| The music is movin'
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| And homeboys is coolin'
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| And everything is on schedule
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| And I’m rulin'
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| The mike with one hand
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| Runnin' down the plan
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| The name of the game is to understand
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| Ladies first and homeboys come second
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| And I hope that I can recognize
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| The difference in the girl and the guys
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| 'Cause some men want to be cutie pies
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| I’ll say it again, like I said it before
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| «Yo, he’s not the Herb»
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| Word to Big Bird, hops
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| I’m not the Herb that you’re lookin' for
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| I’m the
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| Greatest Entertainer
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| Now I could even do the beatbox when I cough
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| And no, I’m not soft and I don’t play golf
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| But yes, I rap
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| Like a jolly ole chap
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| And like a Chameleon, I’ll adapt
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| To a phrase and make the ladies go crazy
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| I don’t want no one to praise me
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| Just realize this jam is the move
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| And bust the groove 'cause I’m smooth
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| And bust the new dance called the Doug E. Fresh groove
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| Swing on it
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| Makin' rap music is our profession
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| There’s only one chance at a first impression
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| But there are times with records you hear
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| That out of nowhere seem to catch your ear
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| Attention and you mention it
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| To your friends and they say
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| «That was DEF, play it for me again»
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| So first you try to find it
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| And then you rewind it
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| And then you say, «who could have designed this»
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| Growin' to know that it’s only me
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| Chill Will and Barry Bee make G.F.C.
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| And I’m the, and I’m the, and I’m the, and I’m the
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| Greatest Entertainer
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| So clap your hands everyday
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| And if you feel good, stomp your feet
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| 'Cause I’m 'a rock this rhyme on the solo side
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| And Get Fresh is gonna hold the beat
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| Bring it down
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| The time on the clock was made to tell
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| We be kickin' and tickin' and rockin' you well
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| This time, we’ll rock stronger
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| And last much longer
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| Money back guarantee, we are gonna
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| Show you things you never thought to see
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| I know I know you know because we’re G.F.C.
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| We’re gonna show you
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| I know it’ll grab you and hold you
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| And if it don’t like it, it’ll grow on you
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| But then you wont' know how to get away
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| But that’s all right 'cause it’s OK
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| And it’s soothin' music and this I swear
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| Not 'cause it annoys to the human ear
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| Talented brothers with a bouncin' beat
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| And we learned our music from New York streets
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| Don’t drive a blue sedan
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| And it’s things I can’t stand
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| I hate hearng «I can’t,"I know you can
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| Be smart, be wise, and keep stars in your eyes
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| And keep your mind from the killer, «GET HIGH»
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| My word is my sword
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| And I use my vocal cords
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| And I’m jammin' in the name of the Lord… |